Chapter 13 — The House Without Me

“It's because I'm not thinking carefully.”

“I didn't know you cared so much about these old things.”

She didn't blame anything, but it seemed even more like she was feeling resentful. Chu Tu Bach looked at me.

“Duong Chi is just for the exhibition.”

“She has no malicious intent.”

I pointed to the exhibition board on the wall.

“She wants to write my childhood, make it hers.”

Chu Tu Bach glanced over. He wasn't as surprised as I expected. Just be silent for a moment, then lower your voice.

“Propaganda needs a story.”

“Duong Chi's identity is not suitable to be made public.”

“If we tell the outside world that she grew up in the Duong family, this old house has nothing to do with her, then the topic of 'Qui Huong' will not stand."

It turns out he knew. He not only knew, but also agreed. The pain in my chest suddenly disappeared, leaving only numbness.

“You approved this?”

I asked. Chu Tu Bach did not deny it.

“Just commercial packaging.”

“No one will dig deep.”

“When the exhibition ends, these things will be returned to you intact.”

I looked at him.

“My life, since when did it become a commercial packaging class for you to lend out?”

“Yin Yin.”

He frowned.

“Don't say such serious words.”

“We just borrowed a few materials, no one wants to take away your experience.”

“Moreover, Duong Chi now needs this exhibition.”

She needs it again. Duong Chi needed a drawing room, so I lost my reading room. Duong Chi needed a career, so she lost her old house. Now, she needs a touching coming-of-age story. So the days of me and my grandmother can also be taken away by you.

“Put everything back where it was.”

I spoke up. The person in charge of the exhibition did not move. He looked at Chu Tu Bach, clearly only following the decision of the person who actually invested. Chu Tu Bach grabbed my arm and pulled me down the hallway.

“Let's talk privately.”

“There's nothing to say.”

I pushed his hand away.

“I do not agree to grant permissions.”

“Photos, old items, names and stories of Tham Xuan Hoa, do not use anything.”

“The opening date has been finalized and advertising has already been released.”

“Then fix it.”

A tired look appeared between Chu Tu Bach's eyebrows.

“Am Am, why do you have to make things difficult for everyone at this time?”

“Am I making it difficult for you guys?”

“Dang Chi's exhibition has been prepared for several months, and the two families have poured in a huge amount of resources.”

“Now that the Quy Huong theme is withdrawn, all promotional activities must be started from the beginning.”

“Obviously you can help her, why do you have to keep calculating whose story belongs to her?”

I suddenly became speechless. It turned out that in his eyes, who belonged to the story was not worth calculating. Just by taking advantage of my life to help Duong Chi stand higher, I should have proactively offered it up with both hands.

“Tu Bach.”

Duong Chi walked out of the room.

“Forget it.”

“If you don't want it, don't use it anymore.”

“I'll think of another topic.”

Her mouth spoke very softly, but her tears kept falling.

"Originally, I don't deserve to come back here."

“I have never lived here, nor am I the biological daughter of the Tang family.”

“Occupying her identity for twenty years, now taking over the house yours.”

"It's okay for you to hate me."

Chu Tu Bach's face darkened.

“No one says I'm not worthy.”

Duong Chi shook his head.

“But the opening date cannot be changed anymore.”

“That day was very important to me.”

I looked at the propaganda calendar on the table. The opening time is the 17th. I am very familiar with this day. Day 17 of four years ago. It was the day Chu Tu Bach and Duong Chi were originally planning to get engaged. Then my identity was reclaimed. Duong Chi went abroad. The marriage between the two families was shelved.